Srinagar, June 4 -- Mornings in Kashmir begin with a blue glow. Not the sky. The screen. The first breath is not breath. It's a refresh. Our thumbs swipe before our eyes open fully. There's no pause, only feed. And somehow, in all that speed, we've forgotten how to sit still. How to just be.

We know the world. But do we know ourselves?

Ask anyone on the street in Srinagar how many times they touched their phone today. They won't know. Ask them how they're really feeling. They'll hesitate, joke, deflect. That's the story now: a generation fluent in trivia, but tongue-tied in the language of the self.

We're overflowing with information. Flooded. Drowning in articles, apps, updates, alerts. Everything explained, nothing understood. We kno...